[lunch atop a skyscraper]
A n o n y m o u s
he sits with greasy boots and muddy pants dangling above the city a big ol’ sandwich in his paws he takes a chomp bits of tomato explode from the bread seeds and all soar down drench mrs. rockefeller and her pretty pink petticoat as she departs from the cab she shrieks a seedy grin he couldn’t be any happier
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